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American Dream (The Parlor Mob)

The times are changing and there's nowhere to run Now will answer to the things that were done In the night, we'll know just who to send The dogs are howling from the edge of the rain Where someone said they had the right to complain So they'll beg, or they'll burn, or they'll band How that everything that glitters is gold Down in the middle where we're bought or we're sold Give me what I need not what I owe The place I live is just a hole in the a wall As for possession, I keep nothing at all I woke up sick from my American dream That's enough, not for us Our hearts are racing, we don't know who to trust That's enough, not for us Our hearts are racing, we don't know who to trust Not my American dream The birds are flying and the kids are in jail While I'm here waiting for my ship to sail In the north, we'll be just as we were The cars are screaming and the street lights explode If I was you, I'd stay the hell of the road If your time to you is not your course Oh my goodness, Oh my woman in white My eyes are fixed beyond the ghost in the right I don't need the stars I know their name I'm feeling nervous with no way to relax I guess I find it hard to face the facts I fell down drunk with my American dream